!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Black Morning Lovesong by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Black Morning Lovesong/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>In love’s dances, in love’s dancesbr /> One retreats and one advances,br /> One grows warmer and one colder,br /> One more hesitant, one bolder.br /> One gives what the other neededbr /> Once, or will need, now unheeded.br /> One is clenched, compact, ingrowingbr /> While the other’s melting, flowing.br /> One is smiling and concealingbr /> While the other’s asking kneeling.br /> One is arguing or sleepingbr /> While the other’s weeping, weeping./p> p>And the question finds no answerbr /> And the tune misleads the dancerbr /> And the lost look finds no otherbr /> And the lost hand finds no brotherbr /> And the word is left unspokenbr /> Till the theme and thread are broken./p> p>When shall these divisions alter?br /> Echo’s answer seems to falter:br /> ‘Oh the unperplexed, unvexed timebr /> Next time…one day…one day…next time!’/p>/div> p>br /> br> /body> /html>

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